
THE DEER
I was someone.
I was important.
I had a family.
Friends.
Life was good.
Full of joy.
Adventures.
Until the poachers.
Now I wait here.
Why did this happen?
Why?
THE DEER
I was someone.
I was important.
I had a family.
Friends.
Life was good.
Full of joy.
Adventures.
Until the poachers.
Now I wait here.
Why did this happen?
Why?
The woods are mysterious.
Who knows what lurks inside
the dark shadows?
Are there spirits or ghosts?
Evil waiting to pounce on
unsuspecting victims?
Or maybe there’s just beauty
and warmth.
And maybe a deer or two.
This is a better place to dream about.
A garden with reindeer and butterflies.
A small waterfall cascading over the rocks.
Birds flying high in the sky.
Dream on!
This is how my mind feels like now.
A little foggy and confused.
Some place between awake and asleep.
With little green men blowing horns.
NATURE’S BEAUTY
Even the deer pauses to watch
The sun rise in the morning.
WHERE’S THE SALE?